His sprained hand was an excuse, she knew, but an excuse that she needed because she would be lying if she said it didn't make things easier. And right now, it was best to set her thoughts aside and just go with easier. Besides, she couldn't stop now, and more importantly, she didn't want to.
Rose lifted her top half off Caius as she straddled him and was greeted with a very excited reaction. She looked down at his stomach, and it pulsed as she stared. She noticed the tip was slick, leaving a little shiny trail on his skin.
She raised her head to see Caius looking at her with a pained expression, his lids half-closed, but he stared at her with an intensity that sent fire down her spine.
His hands lay stretched out by his sides, both curled into fists. His bandage stood out in the low light, but Rose didn't have time to worry about it. He looked like he couldn't wait any longer, and Rose realized neither could she.
